Smoking khaled, my weed the best
'till there's nothin' left.
Contending factions, left with descending passions.
So here i am at the store for some chips
In the lambo looking like a fly
Your family is left wondering why
I be gettin' money
Friend after friend left me
Take the exit, the nearest left
I practiced till that shit made perfect
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
And i'm left for the corrections,
One time for the 305, though
Never to the left i go
With the rest who are left
Is what i quest
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